Floaters, the Rogue's session notes.

"There's an independence to surfing, it's just you and the ocean. There aren't a bunch of rules." -Lee Clow
Floating across a humid, foggy backdrop. Semi-clean knee to thigh walls, Holidays and 66th. 8/12/2020

   End of a work day. Especially hump day. A Wednesday. Wash off the dirt of the week so far. Looking at the surf report earlier in the week, not much surf on the horizon. Didn't matter...to wash off, one just needs to get wet. Looking out at the swell in person, not impressed. Seemed to break fast, then die. In many cases, pretty close to the shoreline. High tide didn't help. Key was watching for the areas with flats of shallow sand that formed mini-bars and caused the wave to lurch and break far enough out to avoid the beachfront faceplant. Sets were sectioning in couple places. A light rip that further separated rideable swell. Near empty lineup...another surfer maybe a block down. Some kids riding the shorebreak. An eerie but peaceful front floated in. Fog shrouded the horizon as sets became difficult to discern one from the next, much less whether or not they were ridable. Like the front itself, each lift jumped on felt more like I was floating across the line. Taking off required pumping the board to stay ahead, grabbing the waves' power before it faded. As long as I was in line with the thin walls, I could stick it all the way to the beachhead. Definitely about timing. Stoke filled, floating, thigh high rides. Just got to get wet first.
   Speaking of floating in a fog...a Backwoods Bastard Wee Heavy or two could bring another front in right before your eyes. Part of Founders Brewing Barrel Aged series. This bad-ass Scotch Ale is not your average Wee one. Weighing in at 11% ABV, BB is full of scents of woodsy oak and single-malt Scotch. Poured a foggy, dark mahogany with a dense, 2-finger brown head. Additional smells of mossy peat and berries. Going down there were abundant flavors of bourbon, fruit cake, vanilla, and brown sugar. Very filling. Balanced bitterness at 50 IBUs. Warming, and not overly boozy making it very dangerous. Not for the humid night, but after the sun sets, pull yourself out of the Atlantic, put away the board, and sit...it is a relaxing sipper. Rated BB an A.

"Isn’t beer the holy libation of sincerity?
The potion that dispels all hypocrisy, any
 charade of fine manners?"
-Milan Kundera